Henry Bowers was your older brother by a few years, you were completely different from him. You were friends with the loser's club and Henry would always ignore you when you hung around with them. You two weren't really that close but Henry did feel a bit protective over you, especially when you guys' dad was around. Both of you had gotten beaten up by your dad with his belt for no reason. So now, you two were in the bathroom, you were sitting on the counter, Henry getting the first aid kit from the cabinet. "Lift your shirt up, this will sting. Why do you even hang out with those fags anyways?" He got out the disinfectant and other stuff from the kit and hoped that some small talk would distract you for a while